I feel liberated, reborn almost.
I have thrown off the shackles of conformity and it is like a weight has been torn from my shoulders and slung into the wind.
I am a new woman.
Although, don’t let me lie to you.
I must be honest, with such liberty and freedom, inevitably, doubt creeps in.
What if I am despised for what I have done?
What is other parents fail to follow my lead, what if they refute my actions, what if I am ignored in the playground. What if they blame my children for the actions of their mother?
Dear lord, suddenly I am no longer breathing the independent air of one absolved from slavery, but instead I am riddled with holes of worry, petrified of the consequences of actions…
I will stand strong, my resolve will not falter, I can do this. I can follow through on my actions.
I will do this.
Because tomorrow, January 23rd, 2015. I will welcome eleven eight/nine year old girls into my home. They will play games, eat pizza, snack on strawberries coated in chocolate. They will (hopefully) settle down and watch a film.
They will have fun.
Later we will turn out the lights, set aflame a cake, and sing Happy Birthday to my nine year old girl.
Then as I am ready to collapse into a bottle of gin, other parents will arrive to take them home. I will pass them their coats, show them where their shoes have been neatly stacked. I will wave goodbye as they leave the party.
But it ends there.
I will not hand be handing them a bag of tat, or a copy of one of Roald Dahl’s wonderful novels that they probably already own. If we have not already scoffed it, they can take a piece of cake.
For this is the year, I say no to party bags.
Where I stand up against the plastic sack of rubbers, pencils and teeny tiny bags of Haribos.
Where I put my foot down against little notepads, bouncy balls and other tiny bits that are found down the side of car seats and tucked into fruit bowls.
I am saving other parents from having to dispose of more crap in the home.
I am starting a revolution, leading the cause, changing the future.
I *may* be putting too much thought into my decision….
But who is with me?